Chapter Eight
Plugging in
“Let me show you both something that I am very sure will be of great interest to you,” said Atella, as she sat on the front of her gray steel-topped desk in her office. In front of her, attached to polished chrome upright posts were the two American men. They were nude, hairless, and bound with their arms in single gloves behind them, their much-abused genitals chained to the posts in front of them. Both were wearing leather hoods similar to the ones used on the girls. The eyeholes in the hoods were open, and the men’s ears exposed so that they could hear Atella’s latest pitch.
“You are both doing quite well, I see,” she said casually, surveying both men with a practiced eye and noting that their breasts were growing in size while their privates were slowly shr
